Chapter 4: Climax
I woke up to Liam being fast asleep beside me. And fuck, I was actually considering his offer. The alcohol and the adrenaline from the night before had worn off, leaving me with a pounding headache and a swirl of confusing emotions. I looked over at Liam, his chest rising and falling steadily, his features softened in sleep. He looked almost peaceful, a stark contrast to the cocky, brooding persona he wore like a second skin.
I carefully extricated myself from the bed, trying not to disturb him. My head was throbbing, and my mouth tasted like I'd been licking the bottom of a bottle. I needed coffee. And aspirin. And a shower. In that order.
I tiptoed out of the room, grateful that the party seemed to have wound down. The living room was a mess of empty cups, spilled drinks, and discarded clothes, but at least it was quiet. I padded barefoot into the kitchen, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming through the windows. The coffee maker was still on, a half-empty pot sitting on the burner. I poured myself a mug, added a generous helping of sugar, and downed it in a few gulps.
As I waited for the caffeine to kick in, I surveyed the damage. The kitchen was a disaster, much like the rest of the apartment.
I started to clean up, trying to make some sense of the chaos. As I was loading the dishwasher, I heard a noise coming from the living room. I peeked around the corner and saw Liam, fully dressed and looking fresher than I felt. He was on the phone, his back to me.
"Yeah, I got her. She's good," he said, his voice low. "No, she doesn't remember anything. She was pretty wasted."
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. What did he mean by that? And who the hell was he talking to?
The conversation sounded too intimate, too familiar. I strained to hear more, but Liam's voice was too low, his words too muffled. I ducked back into the kitchen, my mind racing. He said I was "good." What did that mean?
I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. I finished filling the dishwasher and turned it on, the hum of the machine filling the silent kitchen. I poured myself another cup of coffee, this time adding a splash of cream to dilute the bitterness.
As I leaned against the counter, sipping my coffee, I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach like a heavy stone.
Who was Liam talking to on the phone? What did he mean by "she's good"? I couldn't shake the feeling that I had missed something important, something that I wasn't supposed to hear.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It's not like Liam to be talking to someone about me in that way. He must have just been talking to a friend, or maybe even Sophia. Yes, that had to be it.
Liam was just checking in with Sophia, making sure I was okay after last night. He was just being his usual overbearing self. I was overthinking things, letting my paranoia get the better of me. I took another sip of my coffee, the warmth of the mug soothing my jittery nerves.
Liam appeared in the doorway, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I straightened up, suddenly self-conscious in my rumpled clothes and bedhead. "Morning," he said, his voice gruff from sleep. "Or rather, afternoon."
I nodded, setting my mug down on the counter. "Morning.
I mean, afternoon," I echoed, my voice still hoarse from last night's indulgences. I busied myself with cleaning up the last of the coffee cups, trying to avoid his gaze. "You're up early."
"Early? It's almost one in the afternoon, Evie. You must have slept like the dead." It was a casual gesture, but I couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight caught the hints of gold in his hair.
I shrugged, turning my attention back to the sink. "I guess I needed the sleep."
"Actually, I did want to talk to you. Follow me," Liam said not checking to see if I was. He walked into his bedroom, and I followed him in. He closed the door behind me, and I could feel my heart rate quickening, wondering what he was going to say. "Look, about last night," Liam said, his voice serious.
"So, what did you choose?" Liam asked, his gaze unwavering as he leaned against his dresser. His bedroom was a reflection of his personality—chaotic yet controlled, with clothes strewn everywhere but a neatly made bed and a desk meticulously organized.
I crossed my arms, the weight of the night's events still heavy on my mind. "You can't be serious about this. I'm not some... some prize for you to claim."
Liam's expression softened, and he took a step closer. "I know it sounds crazy, Evie. But think about it. This is a chance for you to secure your future.
Your internship, your career, your life. It's all within reach, Evie." Liam's voice was low and steady, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Get on the bed," I said as I psuhed him backwards. "And lie down." I said.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise but did as I said. He stretched out on the bed, looking utterly relaxed and completely at ease.
"Okay, I'm here," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Now what?"
I took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. "Look, I know what you're trying to do. You think you can manipulate me into doing what you want. But it's not going to work. I'm not some puppet you can control. I have my own mind, my own thoughts, my own feelings. And I want an end in this deal. I get to have you, my way," I said as I pulled my panties to the side and sat on his face. I could feel his warm breath on my pussy, making my skin tingle. Liam's arms wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his tongue swirling around my clit, sending shivers down my spine.
"Fuck, Evie. You're so wet," Liam groaned, his voice muffled against my pussy. I ground against him, needing more. He obliged, his tongue delving deeper into me, licking and sucking like his life depended on it.
I threw my head back, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my body tensing with anticipation.
I reached down and grabbed a handful of Liam's hair, guiding him as he brought me closer to the edge.
"That's it, Liam," I moaned, my voice thick with desire. "Don't stop."
He seemed to take that as a challenge, his tongue moving faster, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place. I could feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train, and I braced myself for the impact.
"I'm coming!" I cried out, no longer able to hold back the waves of pleasure crashing over me. Liam's tongue continued to work me through my orgasm, prolonging the bliss until I was a shaking, trembling mess.
As I came down from my high, I slid off of Liam, my body boneless and sated. I lay next to him on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Liam propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk.
"Are you ready for the next phase?" He asked.
His gaze was intense, challenging, and I could see the desire burning in his eyes. But there was something else too—a glint of vulnerability that caught me off guard.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Yes.
I'm ready." My voice was barely a whisper, but it was all Liam needed to hear. He moved quickly, his body covering mine, his lips claiming mine in a fiery kiss. I could taste myself on him, a mix of sweet and salty that made my blood sing. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me as if committing it to memory.
"I want you, Evie," he growled against my mouth. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you."
I gasped as he trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.
I arched into him, my body aching for more. "I want you too, Liam," I whispered, my voice thick with desire.
Liam's hands found the hem of my shirt, and he began to pull it up and over my head. I raised my arms to help him, and he tossed the shirt aside, his eyes raking over my body appreciatively. "You're so fucking beautiful, Evie," he murmured, his gaze lingering on my bare skin.
I felt a blush spread across my cheeks, but I didn't look away. Instead, I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons.
"Are you sure that's not because you're aboout to breed me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew it was a loaded question, but I couldn't help myself. The thought of carrying his child had been weighing heavily on my mind since last night.
Liam's hands stilled, and he looked down at me, his expression serious. "Evie, this is for your futre.
Remember that," Liam said, his voice gentle yet firm. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing away a tear I hadn't even realized was there. "I never imagined I'd be in this situation, but I want to be. I want this, Evie. I want you."
A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard, trying to push down the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm me. "I want you too, Liam," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "But I'm scared. I'm so damn scared."
Liam's eyes softened, and he pressed his forehead against mine. And then his cock stretched me open. Slowly at first, then inch by inch until he was buried deep inside me. I gasped at the intrusion, my body clenching around him as he filled me completely.
"Fuck, Evie," Liam groaned, his voice ragged with need and desire. "You feel incredible."
He began to move, his hips drawing back before thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of me with increasing force. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him close as he continued to drive into me.
"Liam," I gasped, my body arching against his, my nails digging into his back. "I can't...
believe this is happening," I breathed, my body tensing as Liam's cock filled me, stretching me in a way I'd never experienced before.
"Shh, Evie," Liam whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "Just feel me. Feel us. Let me breed you."
I gasped, my breath hitched in my throat. His words were like a slap in the face, jolting me from the haze of pleasure that had wrapped around us. I tried to push him off, but he held me in place, his body pinning me down.
"Liam, stop," I said, my voice shaking with fear and confusion. "What are you saying?"
He looked down at me, his eyes wild and intense. "I want this, Evie. I want you to have my baby. I want to be a part of your future."
I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. "Liam... fuck." The harshness of Liam's words cut through the fog of pleasure, and for the first time since we started, I saw the desperation in his eyes. Desperation and something else—fear.
But the next stroke was pleasur.e His hips moved with a purpose, driving into me with a rhythm that was as much about lovemaking as it was about possession. His eyes were serious, his brow furrowed in concentration. I felt a sudden wave of tenderness towards him, despite the harshness of his words. Maybe he was just as fucked up as I was. Maybe we could be fucked up together.
His hands moved from my hips to my waist, pushing me into him even deeper. I gasped at the sensation, feeling every inch of him inside me, filling me completely. His thrusts became more urgent, more demanding, and I met them with my own, my body moving in sync with his.
The pleasure built within me, a slow burn that spread through my veins like wildfire. I could feel the tension in Liam's body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust. He was close, I could tell, and so was I.
"Liam," I gasped, my voice ragged with need. "Please…"
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Please what, Evie?" His voice was a low growl, sending shivers down my spine.
"Please…don't stop," I whispered, my body aching for release.
Liam's lips found mine, his kiss fierce and demanding as he continued to drive into me. I could feel the pleasure building, my body tensing as I was pushed closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Evie," Liam groaned against my mouth, his hips moving faster, harder. "You feel so good. I'm not going to stop. I'm going to keep fucking you until you come all over my cock."
His words sent a jolt of heat through me, and I could feel my orgasm barreling towards me like a freight train.
And then I saw stars as I came and I felt his cream fill me up as well. This was happening. I was fucking Liam, the man I had sworn I hated, the man who I had tried to ignore and push away. But here I was, wrapped around him, my body convulsing with pleasure as he filled me with his seed.
As we lay there, panting and slick with sweat, I could feel the weight of what we had just done settling over us like a heavy blanket. I tried to push away the nagging voice in the back of my mind that was screaming at me to get out, to run, to save myself from whatever this was. But as I looked into Liam's eyes, I saw something that made me pause.
Vulnerability.